Beast Child

The soul cries out
Nothing gettin out
Nothing gettin in

We tough
We steel
We kill
Get high
Don't ask why
Because soon
We die

Try to stop us
Dad
Spank us
We would be glad
But you wouldn't bother
You're not here
You're no where
Dad
We don't care

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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